Thursday, February 18, 2010

My dearest God,

The light seemed radiant on the front row as we sang our anthem. I couldn't help but smile when my mind trailed back to the same day one year ago. What I saw in my mind's eye was my own entrance into Ash Wednesday last year, a broken, weary, sick and hurting soul tampering with death on so many levels. But this year I stood tall in the light singing out your amazing love.

What made the difference was just that, your amazing love. Your love's power melted away all those sorrows of yesteryear. Through your wondrous healing energy, you dissolved the great column of bitterness within me. You cleansed me, giving me space to wander again into your remarkable grace. You filled me instead with your gracious, sweet mercy.

I cannot quite figure out all the ways your spirit swoops down into our lives. I grasp your desire to make whole every one of your children. I comprehend your prayer for us to respond to your mighty work. I know you hold the mysterious, inextinguishable light that separates us from our darkness. What I cannot imagine is how you do it.

What I am certain of is your living presence as close as the breath we breathe. The one constant in life, I believe we are in each other's sphere of livingness where we engage one another all day long. My very move in prayer or plea is evidence of life's sacred interaction, the human with the divine, the divine with the human. While I don't begin to understand it, I do believe it happens.

This morning I hold in my heart the joy of last night, remembering my own healing and love's tender hands.

In this
quiet moment,
my soul dances,
my heart beats
in rhythm
with your own.
I dance
the dance
of gratitude.
What was lost
is found.
What was forgotten
is remembered.
What was broken
is restored.
I owe you everything.

Love, Andrea